The weekly Floridian. [volume] (Tallahassee, Fla.) 1867-19??, 1887-08-25

Como with IA You shall see child of ITALIA
hassee-shall so see her features in the summer
life Of Tallahasseeans as will charm you with q
morning, for the shadows Of the bills lie at
length on the bosoms of the valleys, and the
GOODNESS of night fingers in the air, as we board
the train for st. Marks the seaport of Tallahas-
sce-the Ostia of this Rome-tLe ancient gate
way Of Spanish empire over all this hill country
and far interior. Our fellow passengers are
perhaps Tallahasseeans all-refned and genial
Tallahasseeans-andif stranger, you are bright
ened by the mere reflection of the pleasant socia-
bility of what seems quite family party on
wheels as the cars traverse the twenty miles of
route to Gulf waters. Through the remains of the
town of 81. Marks the train passes TO the water
side, where the beautiful little steamer awaits
your coming to speed forty miles away to the
seaside daughter of Tallahassee-St. Teresa.
founded by Tallshasseeans, owned by Tallahas-
seeans, loved by Tallahassceans Quickly EN-.
barked and gliding down the deep stream past
the stone foundations Of the Spanish fort of 81.
Marks, and the roofess brick walls of the old
United States building, in few minutes you
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wide mouth of the river, and see all about
you what the Spaniard saw from the deck of his
galleon centuries ago-the broad green meadows
of salt marsh grass billowing under the wind,
bordered with iringes and dotted with clumps
of tall palmetto trees, and the blue walls of
primeval forest growth closing the distant view
westward and inland. Soon you feel the long
swell of the Gulf beneath you, and the steamer
filings salt spray from her PROV as she dashes on
her course past the lighthouse and out 10 sea-
Then you rest in serene enjoyment Of the deli
cious sea breeze while rocked in the easy era.
die of the deep" during the hours of passage
along coast line that constantly shows chang
ing aspects of cove and cape, until weathering
the headland of a broad bay St. Teresa lies
before you on the opposite shore, its row of
buildings facing the open Cult through the har-
Dor mouth you are entering AS you come
nearer this island colony of Tallahassee you see
the people coming out from the long low houses
and 6ecking toward the beach. They are Tai
lahasseeans hurrying to meet Tallahasseeans-
kinfolk, sweethearts or friends-and, as the boat
approaches, the wharf Is covered with Tallahas-
scans, with sun-kissed bellies and well-tanned
beaux, and before she reaches it glad
voices have welcomed, and, ere hands
or lips can touch, eyes have greeted eyes
In friendship or in love. And then the
landing and the meeting and the miugling.
the hand shaking and embracing-the laughing
gaiety or the. deeper feeling of reunion-all make
the semi-weekly steamer arrivals chief events of
summer life at st. Teresa-a life of summer only,
for the winter winds wall around deserted houses
the Tallahasseeans are at their city homes
again.
So tallahassee, though admirably complete in
HERSELF b supplemented by this delightful sum-
mer resort, a6ording saltwater bathing and all
the recreation that may be had 10 fishing and
boating And lthoss who visit Tallahassee In
summer do not ~ all that pertains to her unless
they look ~ St. Teresa.